originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Well, you see, you wouldn't even reply if I did ANYTHING like that, and don't even try to tell me otherwise. So..
Jason only grinned, clearly drugged out of his goddamn mind if his dilated pupils and dreamy expression were any indication. He chuckled softly, slowly inhaling, and then exhaling a few times. Once he had calmed himself down, his left hand started to fidget with his right.[/i]
"But, uh, how're ya? 'Nd, yes, before ya ask: I will resume mah witch hunt once I'm sober. Cuz I realleh don' like ya. 'Nd, I mean, y'definiteleh deserve it, with da whole mass murderin' shenanigans y've got goin fo' yerself. I mean, if it weren' fo' tha' incapable heap o' scrap Tesuto or wha'eva his name is.."
[i]He snorted, a toothy grin on his face as he continued to fidget with his hand, which was already detached from the wrist, with it being a grappling hook and stuff. Handy arm, definitely. [/i]
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[u]"Hey. Hey...[/u] [u]...We need to work out a deal, or something. Because y'know, I've got better things to do than get brutally murdered. Perhaps...oh. I can get you a girl, I dunno. Or more drugs, or more guns. Pelts?"[/u] [i]Irina didn't exactly sound too desperate to gain Jason's trust, though she was offering a lot. She honestly expected him to react terribly. Some sort of insult or "I onleh want ya skull, ya bitch.", one of the other. She had begun to lean back in her iron chair, a sly grin upon her face. She had realized that she was close enough to where she could just be a colossal bitch and bust Jason's blood vessels instantaneously, but where was the fun in that?[/i]